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To 
ROBERT AND JOHN 

BROTHERS, COUNSELLORS, AND FRIENDS 

I DEDICATE 

WITH ALL A sister's LOVE 

WHATEVER IS WORTHY IN THIS 

LITTLE VOLUME 



111 



DEDICATION 

AS when, far down the West, the sun descends. 
The golden clouds take on a softer light, 
While Day in robe of azure waits for Night, 
Some Power, with royal hand, a magic lends, 
And unto waiting eyes a message sends, 
So full of promise and of potent might. 
Exultant beams return to share the light. 
So perfect is the gleam the hour attends. 

Thus may the love that with my life arose 

Be with me and illume my evening sky ; 

Twilight like Dawn the day's best gifts disclose, 

Be prophet of the rays that do not die ; 

Then, when night falls, and all its shades I know, 

My heart, rejoicing, keeps its Afterglow. 



CONTENTS 

With Shakespeare Page i 

In the Forest of Arden 3 

A November Day 4 

In the Histories 5 

Henry the Fifth 6 

Richard the Second 7 

Richard the Third 8 

Henry the Sixth 9 

Falstaff 10 

Mrs. Quickly 1 1 

At the Death-Bed of Henry the Fourth 12 

Brutus Before Lucius 13 

Titinius Dead 14 

Antony and Eros 15 

Cleopatra 16 

Hamlet 17 

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern 18 

His Laughter 19 

Autolycus 20 

Nick Bottom 21 

In Midsummer Night's Dream 22 

Lear 23 

Ophelia 24 

Imogen 25 

In the Sonnets 26 

vii 



His Patriotism 


Page 27 


His Religion 


2% 


In the Land of Prospero 


29 


The Death of Cordelia 


30 


Kent 


31 


Lear's Fool 


32 


The Tempest 


33 


Miranda 


34 


Caliban 


35 


Ariel 


36 


Othello 


37 


The Death of Desdemona 


38 


lago 


39 


Virgilia Awaiting Coriolanus 


40 


Hermione 


41 


Perdita 


42 


Macbeth 


43 


Juliet 


44 


Viola 


45 


Isabella 


46 


Rosalind and Celia 


47 


Regan and Goneril 


48 


Portia 


49 


Timon 


50 


Arthur 


51 


Marina 


52 


Other Sonnets 


53 


To the Sonnet 


55 



Vlll 



To the Clouds 


Page 56 


A Prayer 


65 


Preparation 


66 


Listening to "The Messiah" 


67 


Glorified 


68 


Silence 


69 


Thought 


70 


Compensation 


71 


The Madonna of To-Day 


72 


Intellect without Heart 


73 


To J. D. B. On his Eightieth Birthday 


74 


In Absence 


75 


The Chord 


76 


Her Birthday 


77 


A Baby's Smile 


78 


Nausicia 


79 


Ottr Alma Mater 


80 


To James Whitcomb Riley 


81 


Charles Floyd McClure 


82 


A Difference 


83 


Hester Pryne 


84 


The New Year 


85 


Woman's Gift to Woman 


36 


At the Portal 


^7 


Evening 


91 


To the Morning Glory 


92 


Defilement 


93 


Thought 


94 


Beauty's Dwelling-Place 


95 



IX 



Pasadena 


Page 96 


On Brooklyn Bridge 


97 


To Lloyd Mifflin 


98 


Cromwell 


99 


A Human Hand 


100 


To a Departed Hero 


lOI 


Expansion 


102 


Cuba to the United States 


103 


Eighteen Hundred and Ninety-Nine 


104 


After the War 


105 


Songs 


107 


Washington 


109 


Hymn 


no 


A War Song 


112 


In the Hour of Victory 


114 


Gladstone 


116 


Resurrection 


117 


The Queen is Old 


118 


Starved — Unknown 


120 


Sappho 


123 


A Mother's Prayer 


124 


The Lost Friend 


127 


Gone 


128 


Scars 


130 


There Is a Star 


131 


The Song of the Loyal 


132 


Wedding Hymn 


134 


Betrayed 


138 



X 



Hymn Page 139 

Inglorious Milton (?) 140 

The Song at Midnight 141 

Day of Days 143 

True Help 144 

To J. D. B. 14s 

Cobble and Crystal 146 

So Long! 147 

Songs without Words 148 

Earth's Requital 150 

Serenity 151 

The Poet's Gift 152 

My Best Poem 153 

A Love Song 154 

Marjorie 156 

The Stolen Kiss 157 

Charlie's Courting 159 

Kissing 160 

Where Poppies Grow 161 

Installation Hymn 163 

Graduates' Song 164 

A Boating Song 166 

Wisconsin 167 



XI 



WITH SHAKESPEARE 



IN THE FOREST OF ARDEN 

WHAT firm and elemental light and hue 
These sunlit spaces hold ! What melody 
The joyous air repeats to bloom and tree ! 
Each leaf and bud is steeped in morning dew ; 
Their day, forever young, forever new, 
Breathes into earth its immortality, 
Still keeping fresh the wood's simplicity. 
And answering, voice with voice. Love's retinue. 

Yet 't is not living in this fadeless June, 
Or rich delight of bird, and song, and flower, 
Or lovers' sighs, or mellow minstrel's tune. 
Or bubbling woe of melancholy Jacques, 
Holds me in sweet subjection here this hour, — 
It is the music of a woman's laugh. 



A NOVEMBER DAY 

(Written in Shakespeare's Hsnry the Eighth) 

IN gorgeous setting and in royal dress, 
A quiet figure onward moves, — a queen, 
Onward and forward into the unseen ; 
With eyes whose wistful longings half confess 
A sovereign heart bereft that tenderness 

Whereon the life and love were wont to lean ; 
A gaze quite widowed, — like herself I ween. 
Facing the world and conscious of its stress. 

Within these leaves, O day, lives type of thee, 
A stately one, dethroned, uncrowned, bereaved ; 
But thou canst die and feel no wrong, while she 
In woundful woe its bitter shaft received. 
Yet in emblazoned splendor here is crowned 
In glory passing all thy light hath found. 



IN THE HISTORIES 

OPOET, thou could'st not thyself transcend, 
And in these pages do we not find thee ? 
Thy tenderness, thy stern fidelity. 
The tolerance that justice can defend, 
And on which justice can alone depend, 
Abounding joy without false levity. 
Humor, tinged often with severity, 
And how through good or ill true souls ascend ! 

The issues here are failure or success, 

Not what we think but what we do, the test, 

Not even that men suffer more or less. 

But always how they meet life's high behest, 

Proving, — what we sow that do we also reap. 

The life we lose that may we also keep. 



HENRY THE FIFTH 

SOME walk upon the mountain peaks and sing 
Unto the valleys, distant far below, 
Their music guarding well the azure glow, 
And echoing on high the mountain ring. 
But here is one who could to listener bring 
Strain loftier than the highest summits know, 
Who made its clear, illumined story show 
The honest manhood of a Christian king. 

A nation's sky is a cathedral dome, 

Where nation's anthem finds its life and song, — 

Where splendid spaces through all time prolong 

A love of country and a love of home ; 

While English hearts, reviewing still their charge. 

Cry, ** God for Harry! England! and Saint George! '* 



RICHARD THE SECOND 

FAIR, graceful, handsome, Hotspur's ** lovely 
rose," 
Yet bearing in his breast a '' phantom " soul, 
Attenuated, — wanting self-control, 
Dreaming the breath of man cannot depose 
The elected of the Lord, and meeting foes 
A day too late ; — that one, at last, who stole, 
Without a theft, a sadly shattered goal, 
And built a throne upon a nation's woes. 

O thou small model of the barren earth, 
Into what dismal limbo didst thou pass ? 

Shadowy " as thou wert, thy fleeting breath 
Could give to wanton woe a second birth, 
Betray thy Land, and bid its sons, alas ! 
Hold hollow revel with the Court of Death. 



RICHARD THE THIRD 

CYCLONE and earthquake, storm and lowering 
skies, 
Torrent, tornado, worlds out of their sphere. 
Blanched faces, bloody hands, and pale-faced Fear, 
All things that share a dark and dire surprise ; 
Grim War and all the horror heart decries. 

Sword-thrusts of hell with one more baleful spear. 
Denying Guilt herself one thought for cheer, — 
All these and more this lonely soul defies : 

Only to find a Life he could not kill. 
One space where he is not ** himself alone," 
Dread ** shadows," mightier than his costly will, 
Ruling a crownless realm without a throne ; — 
This fearless one, who smiled at every crime. 
Found place, at last, where Evil cannot climb. 



HENRY THE SIXTH 

THE ship, sail set, was on an angry sea, 
And none to say ** *T is I, be not afraid," 
Yet long and loud the Captain knelt and prayed ; 
Rebellious waves made answer audibly, 
As though wild spirits yearning to be free. 
Their shrieking curses on their captors laid. 
Or wept, imploring man to lift the shade 
Of wrong, nor hold his brother's rights in fee. 

Amid the storm the bark on rocks was borne, 

Its shrouds and sails all wrecked and rent and torn. 

While mad vibrations thrilled across the space 

In answer to the voice of time and place, 

And all the fiends of hell laughed, undismayed — 

The falsely fettered Captain only prayed. 



FALSTAFF 

WE look upon Olympus, crowned with mirth. 
Hear bacchanalian revellers laugh aloud, 
Beholding mortal with their life endowed, 
A demi-god whom some unlooked-for birth 
Burdened with flesh and blood and placed on earth ; 
They whisper Jove the mystery allowed 
When nymph of Laughter to Apollo bowed, 
Since when her happy music knows no dearth. 

Not less have we the man's infirmities, 
But when the ** follies " can no longer please, 
Honor, not " nothingness," will re-create 
The heart now " fracted and corroborate " ; 
In dying, find the old remembered balm. 
The broken sentence of the favorite psalm. 



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MRS. QUICKLY 

SHE lives in lust and shame and knows them not, 
To reputation clings with none to lose, 
But having none she must the ** shade " infuse 
With substance, of her vulgar mind begot; 
For never is her womanhood forgot, 

She cannot if she would its claims refuse ; 
Nor is it in her power its good to choose, — 
Not having made she must accept her lot. 

Yet doth one death-bed join her to us all. 

Its simple story holds our hearts in thrall. 

Her innocence her want of virtue shields. 

While we learn how *' he babbled of green fields '* ; 

Thus robed in virtue, ay, or steeped in sin, 

One touch of nature makes us all akin. 



II 



AT THE DEATH-BED OF HENRY THE 
FOURTH 

DOWN Kingly State! Thou hast no portion 
here, 
The royal is beyond thy crowning now, 
The finite to the infinite must bow ; 
The ** worst of gold '" hath wrought its deadly tear 
And ploughed it deep in misery and fear ; 
The ** indirect and crooked ways " allow 
No comfort ; nor can mightiest throne endow 
The suffering soul with one short hour of cheer. 

Alas ! Some things own right to own themselves. 
Sleep, — Death, — the holy gift one's own to know; 
This wolf-bane added to the husks of woe. 
The direst groan of agony compels : 
Great God ! In this dread hour we falter still 
To find Good captive on the breast of 111. 



12 



BRUTUS BEFORE LUCIUS 

(In yulius Ccesar) 

A YOUTH at rest! The pressure of the night 
On beating heart, on weary lids and brain, 
The silent instrument, the broken strain, 
The ghost of Caesar passing into sight. 
The wakeful master, tender in his might, 

Will not disturb where sleep her hand hath lain, 
Though the same hand in strength will not refrain 
The dagger's plunge, when used to serve the Right. 

O noble soul, to whom all men were true. 

Whom Portia loved and in whom thou wert strong, 

Philippi brought its own defeat to you. 

Yet nature sings for thee the victor's song : 

In its fine strain no note brings deeper joy 

Than thy respect for one fair sleeping boy. 



13 



TITINIUS DEAD 

{jfulius Ccesar — Act V, Scene 3) 

NOW darts envenomed, ay, and piercing steel, 
Pause here awhile to change your baleful 
course, 
And learn of man a more triumphant force, 
That can your poisoned woundings touch and heal ! 
Make gods know grief if 't is not theirs to seal 
A hero's love in hero's deed; rehearse 
This scene until your claims find higher source, 
And all your clamors holier terrors feel. 

Bid bleeding form of Caesar wake, arise, 
And know himself in death re-crowned. 
But not revenged, gazing on this dead face ; 
Then if there be not found some distant skies 
Where herald angels chant of earth's renowned, 
Return, and bend in silence o'er this place! 



14 



ANTONY AND EROS 

{Antony and Cleopatra — Act IV, Scene 12) 

HE kissed away a kingdom following 
That he blushed to gaze on ; died at last 
With looking on his life ; for him no past 
That did not smite his honor, and so cling 
Unqualitied with shame; the gods must fling 
Him from them ; his unpitied folly cast 
Shadows even upon death ; all so fast 
The ditch in Egypt could its horrors bring. 

Yet peerless gift that here enshrines his life, 
Its light surpassing suns in majesty, 
And high above lust's dark, unending strife. 
Crowns him with love and Love's eternity. 
Rends from his form the robe that Nessus wore. 
And clothes him in the rays Apollo bore. 



IS 



CLEOPATRA 

A SPIRIT of life made but to hold the eye, 
The asp in lips unseen by lustful heart ; 
Of all the *' sensuous infinite " a part. 
The dull world in its absence is a sty 
To him who in its waiting arms would die. 
Its costly festival hath power to start 
The passion ending in envenomed dart ; 
Its glittering fabric woven from a lie. 

With her sits Pleasure, throned as a queen, 

Men move before her with fresh roses crowned. 

Their bodies dancing to lascivious sound. 

When lo ! Day brings one swift transforming scene ; 

Armed are they now, and with expiring breath, 

Salute their mistress in the name of Death. 



i6 



HAMLET 

WE love thee, O thou melancholy Dane, 
Yet mourn to find ourselves so oft in thee, 
Thy wrath, thy hatred of hypocrisy, 
The galling fetters we cannot enchain, 
The court and king and their abhorrent train, 
The robe defiled of buried majesty, 
The ghostly voice that cries " Remember me," 
The cruel sword-thrust, and the poisoned stain,- — 

And thus it comes we breathe the breath of graves, 
Know mystery we cannot probe or change, 
And feed the brooding thought that still enslaves, 
Walk on in ways unsought and ever strange, — 
Yet each but one in all the mighty space. 
Thyself the mirror answering every face ! 



17 



ROSENCRANTZ AND GUILDENSTERN 

SOCIETY, thy symbols all are here; 
The shallowness, the shuffling of the tail. 
The bold effrontery that must prevail 
While putrid ** Majesty " is held so dear 
By spendthrift souls, whose base and craven fear 
Is ever lest unblushing falsehood fail 
To win its place, and follow still the trail 
Where Vice stands grinning in the mask of cheer. 

'T is well that in thy midst Horatios move, 
Unharmed by all the arts thy tricksters prove. 
Content to share the shackles of earth's pain, 
And wear for others' woe the scarlet stain ; 
One soul like his thy worthlessness outweighs, 
And gives to life its soundest note of praise. 



HIS LAUGHTER 

IT ripples merrily like water's flow, 
Where June-time loveliness bids roses grow ; 

It falls like moonlight on fair terraced lawns, 
Or silvery cadence heard in star-lit dawns ; 

Again, like lightning, swift and sharp to tear 
Apart the shadows that no rainbows wear. 

Sometimes a farewell unto mirth it sings, 
Then bears us upward as on angel wings, 

Yet holds us to the earth with stern intent. 
Or shows the hell where it is slain and spent ; 

It floats about us like the poise of dove. 
With sweetest music from the heart of love, 

And then on breezy morn with daffodils 
We hear its echo on the sun-clad hills. 



19 



AUTOLYCUS 

THOU tricksy rogue! Whose sins we could not 
lose, 
Since losing them we lose thyself and all, 
What scenes and songs thy merry days recall, 
When Youth was young and could its pathways 
choose ' 

Free as thyself to wander in the lanes, 

To cull fresh blooms and hear the sweet birds sing. 
Where summer's joys could summer's fragrance 
bring, 

And life knew truer love for life's refrains. 

And he who made thee. Nature's favored son ! 

Did he not grow light-hearted in thy joy, 

Live o'er again the frolic of a boy, 
Know once again the hour of heedless fun ? 

And, thinking of the days to come, did he 

Long to sleep out the thought of them, with thee ? 



20 



NICK BOTTOM 

BOTTOM, to thee we never say farewell, 
For well thou farest, let time bring what 't will, 
Crowds wait to follow thee with homage still, 
Though never Peter Quince be nigh, to tell 
Thy virtues, or thy varied praises swell ; 

We find thee everywhere ; no power can kill 
Thy leadership. It is with thee to fill 
The house and its applause compel. 

Yet greatest art thou when thou art transformed ; 
'T is then thy genius makes itself supreme; — 
All fairyland is thine ; its Queen so charmed, 
How can she know the spell is but a dream ? 
Her fate is hardest; she must wake, alas! 
To find she has been smitten by an ass. 



21 



AUTOLYCUS 

THOU tricksy rogue ! Whose sins we could not 
lose, 
Since losing them we lose thyself and all, 
What scenes and songs thy merry days recall, 
When Youth was young and could its pathways 
choose ' 

Free as thyself to wander in the lanes, 

To cull fresh blooms and hear the sweet birds sing. 
Where summer's joys could summer's fragrance 
bring, 

And life knew truer love for life's refrains. 

And he who made thee, Nature's favored son ! 

Did he not grow light-hearted in thy joy, 

Live o'er again the frolic of a boy. 
Know once again the hour of heedless fun ? 

And, thinking of the days to come, did he 

Long to sleep out the thought of them, with thee ? 



20 



NICK BOTTOM 

BOTTOM, to thee we never say farewell, 
For well thou farest, let time bring what 't will, 
Crowds wait to follow thee with homage still, 
Though never Peter Quince be nigh, to tell 
Thy virtues, or thy varied praises swell ; 

We find thee everywhere ; no power can kill 
Thy leadership. It is with thee to fill 
The house and its applause compel. 

Yet greatest art thou when thou art transformed ; 
'T is then thy genius makes itself supreme; — 
All fairyland is thine ; its Queen so charmed, 
How can she know the spell is but a dream ? 
Her fate is hardest; she must wake, alas! 
To find she has been smitten by an ass. 



21 



IN MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM 

HOW bracing is its atmosphere, how free, 
How chaste its whispered vows, its nuptial 
song, 
How fine the monarch, and the fairy throng; 
So *' earthlier happy " their capacity, 
Mirth lives in every stern reality. 

If " Love in Idleness " can tears prolong, 
The joyous " Wanderer of the Night " is strong 
To find for all the griefs a remedy. 

Our senses, steeped awhile in Afterglow 

That marks the beauty of a summer night, 

Share airy carnival of revelry, 

And catch its charmful lyric melody. 

Then wake, to find our spirits know 

The magic Dream is still the lover's Right. 



22 



LEAR 

A TEMPEST'S fury on cathedral summit 
O'erthrows its columns, arches, spirals, stairs, 
The wind in turrets, moaning its despairs. 
Sees eyeless sculptures bearing torches lit 
With rayless beam, whose ghostly shadows flit 
Athwart the gloom ; the dismal day ensnares 
The night, and holds it, starless, to the prayers 
Of frenzied souls who in the darkness sit ; 

One tower stands, enshrining all, unharmed, 
The shining presence of an angel, fair. 
With arms outspread, her vision unalarmed, 
One altar lamp forever in her care ; — 
Almighty Love, triumphant over loss, 
Guarding the temple sacred to the Cross. 



23 



OPHELIA 

ORCHESTRAL tones resound in palace walls, 
Trills, -chords, speechless messages, and mys- 
teries, 
A world of sound and broken harmonies. 
And each upon one quivering heart-string falls ; 
What is it in the music that appalls, 

As though some sobbing wail from distant seas 
Smote discord deeper than all melodies, 
Till funeral chants the ' plaining note recalls ? 

A storm without beats on the rock-bound shore. 
The sullen waves make answer to the roar ; 
A singing bird with bleeding, ruffled wing, 
Its wounded pinions to their mercies fling. 
And in the fury of the tempest's breath 
Is carried downward to superfluous death. 



24 



IMOGEN 

THE gleam of the sun, the h'ght of the sky, 
The voice of the garden when summer is nigh, 
Moonh'ght and starlight and fond lovers* vows. 
When grief-laden tear-drops hear the good-bye. 

Mystical music resounding in space, 
Bearing the melodies angels must trace. 
When gifts of good givers needy ones find, 
And hallowed forgiveness wrong deeds efface. 

Flowers that wake at the bidding of day, 
Yielding the perfume that does not decay ; 
All that man treasures of fragrance and bloom. 
All the heart asks for when kneeling to pray. 

Deep in the soul of her soul found a place, — 
Love added its chastening and Sorrow its grace. 



25 



IN THE SONNETS 

(Shakespeare) 

FOR SO much of thyself as here we see, 
The grateful heart in love more grateful grows, 
For what is best is bettered far in thee, 
As Nature unto Art her glory shows; 
And when the theme is love, — the love thine own, — 
What gift from poet's hand with this compares, 
As here we have the very life and tone 
The lowliest subject with the monarch shares; 
To be in love with Love, yet feel its woe, 
Is still to bear aright the poet's dower ; 
As highest mountain peaks in purest snow 
Are witness to the air's exalted power. 

Here, too, we share thine own prophetic sight. 
Unveil the morning hour that knows no night. 



26 



HIS PATRIOTISM 

HE loved all lands, yet unto him his own 
Could speak for all the world ; in her he 
found 
Himself; in praise of her we hear the sound 
Of his own heart-beat ; here, and here alone, 
He is as other men ; here he hath shown 

How Right, her sovereign sceptre ever crowned 
With myrtle and with bay, won strength renowned, 
Guarding the Symbol mightier than the throne. 

England, he did salute thee with his hand! 

And in thy name pronounced the high appeal 

That ever shall the patriot's ardor seal; 

Holy in this: it was his Native Land 

Taught his great soul, through her own deeds, to see 

That man is man, and less he must not be. 



27 



HIS RELIGION 

WIDE as the universe, higher than the stars, 
Yet touching earth with pulsing human 
breath ; 
Responsive to the tides of Time and Death, 
He scans the Present as it makes or mars. 
Sees its To-Day take on the deathless scars, 
Or prove the stepping-stone to nobler birth. 
Where strength ineffable, that knows no dearth, 
Walks on serene and naught of life discards. 

The world itself, sacred as altar stairs 

Whence man ascends to that supernal ray 

That apprehends a Great Reality 

As yet unknown, though one he dimly shares, 

Conscious of claim unharmed by mouldering clay, 

All Good triumphant through its own decree. 



28 



IN THE LAND OF PROSPERO 

O HAPPY Isle, where shipwrecked souls are 
saved, 
Waft me your air, or give your balmy breeze, 
Your vision of the wide, well-ordered seas 
Where Ariel sings, and knows himself enslaved. 
Yet follows duty ; all its law engraved 
Where he doth merrily its bidding seize, 
His promised freedom claiming right to please 
While he with elemental forces played. 

Fair, sunlit Land, where Wisdom hath her day, 
Teach me your blest and life-renewing sway, 
Or let me in your printless footsteps find 
The Spirit that exalts and helps the mind 
To see, whate'er befall the lives of men. 
Great Silent Powers guard the Grand Amen. 



29 



THE DEATH OF CORDELIA 

A FADING sun in ragged splendor dies, 
The moon, yet young, across the setting day 
Unfolds her silvery beams, and in their ray 
Touches with gentle kiss its faltering sighs; 
In tenderness it falls — her kiss, though skies 
Are gathering now prophetic masses, gray 
And black, and dread, as if some burden lay 
Within them which the parting hour defies. 

One drooping star from out the darkness shines, 
Its light subdued as conscious of the gloom, 
Yet would it give itself to banish shade ; 
Night comes in haste; the swift'ning step divines 
Some ill, and in its so capacious tomb 
The day with all its beauty here is laid. 



30 



KENT 

IN him lives one all men might wish to be, — 
Not in some far-off world, but here and now 
Upon this earth of ours, when fond hearts bow 
To truth and uncomplaining constancy. 
Or minister, in trustful loyalty, 

To souls that need ; nor ask for nor allow 
One hope beyond the light that can endow 
The hour, and aid the hour's necessity. 

But his, *t is said, is night without a star, 
No creed he knew, no distant vision fair ; — 
What need of them ! — he bore the inner scar. 
He lived the gospel that is written there ; 
And all who know him see the Higher Throne 
Where Lear and all who love him claim their own. 



31 



LEAR'S FOOL 

HERE lightly tread — we are on holy ground, 
Where Grief, sublimed, in tragic beauty 
stands 
While velvet-footed Fancy folds her hands, 
And murmurs only inharmonious sound, 
Her sovereign gaze facing a depth profound, 
Her woe too deep for tears, the heart expands 
To breaking, — though a darkened hour demands 
A jest — -from soul of Pathos scourged and bound. 

Tragedy and comedy are here complete, 
Each crownless monarch in a realm of gloom, 
Where Mirth lies buried in a soulless tomb : 
And Laughter, beggared, weeps its own defeat. 
Bears lightning gleam unto the tempest's moan. 
And, shuddering, dies, compassionless and lone. 



32 



THE TEMPEST 

O'* WONDER poem of the world! " the air 
Is filled with magic, yet it is so real, 
We fold our hands upon our breasts to seal 
Within ourselves the glory ; breathe the prayer 
Of kneeling worshipper who mounts the stair 
That leads to pardon and to peace ; or feel 
As one who sees the wider heaven reveal 
New splendors he may henceforth own and share. 

Yet here we pause to say: though art unfold 
The vast Unknown with strange, mysterious power, 
While Nature's heart with all its secret dower 
The loftiest visions to the sight unrolled, 
Ah, what to us the grandeur of the whole. 
Compared with man's imperial gifts of soul ! 



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MIRANDA 

A CRESCENT moon lingers to greet the morn, 
The star of beauty smiling in its rays ; 
The birds sing low — as wooing their own lays ; 
The young May-blossoms freshened zephyrs warn, 
Lest closer touching win, not bud, but thorn ; 
The air breathes lover's breath on fainting haze ; 
While Silence, eloquent with voiceless praise, 
Guards well the stillness — and the day is born. 

The poet's soul saw type of this fair hour 
In sacred recess of a living heart ; 
Its peerless melody, its bloom, its flower, 
Its beauty, and its mystery are part 
Of hymnic music, telling of sunrise 
In the soft shadows of a maiden's eyes. 



34 



CALIBAN 

BEGOTTEN of a witch ! We may believe. 
Pray, then, what did beget the Caliban 
In me ? With witness that betrays I scan 
The monster's guilt, and can right well perceive 
How he his darkest purpose could achieve ; 
I too can hate ; I too know how to plan 
Revenge ; could do the wrong that far outran 
The sorrows of the souls its horrors grieve. 

If one brief pathway I have climbed to see, 
Where some o'erruling Power has its sway. 
Great Wisdom, draw Thou near, lest I forget 
The lusts below that still arise to be 
As dragons, fierce and difificult to slay. 
Can Prospero disarm when these beset ? 



35 



ARIEL 

SPIRIT elusive, where shall I find thee ? 
On summer cloud, in beauty rainbows wear; 
In cowslip's bell, in dewy gardens fair; 
Sunrise and sunset own thy mystery ; 
The passing zephyrs breathe thy ecstasy; 
Fresh violet blooms not if thou art not there, 
The winds and waters aU thy revels share, 
Yet why so teasing thy captivity ? 

What charm hath man that still he can allure 
To restless bondage when thou would'st be free ? 
Thou dost not answer; but thou giv'st to me 
A light as holy as thy life is pure : 
Thy labor shows how, in obedience true, 
Freedom discerns the Right, and flies to do. 



3^ 



OTHELLO 

SO much was thine at last, O noble Moor, 
So rich the gift thy sword of anguish won, 
In that brief hour when all life seemed undone, 
When Honor's self was strained and insecure, 
Love's inner shrine deflowered and impure, 
When passion honest counsel could outrun, 
And heedless folly knew not how to shun 
The fatal voice that could to hell allure ! 

For one brief moment is the rescue found, 
The Faith assailed is clarified at last, 
(The dead so near, perchance, may share its bliss) 
And though so fleeting all its swift rebound. 
But one small gleam, it brings the living past, 
And thou canst die, with love, upon a kiss. 



37 



THE DEATH OF DESDEMONA 

NOBODY; I myself ";— a sacred lie 
Some say; but, think awhile, is it not true? 
That moment conscience to her rescue flew; 
She cannot, if she would, its voice deny, 
Her *' guiltless death " it needs must sanctify. 
She sees again the lover come to woo. 
The grave beyond the sea — its mound still new, 
The parent heart so grieved, 't was forced to die. 

Not all lago's fateful cruelty, — 

Or noble love, unbalanced by its pain, — 

Condemns this hour one virtue lost or slain, 

Another foe must now its court arraign, — 

Its witness whispering all Brabantio's plea : 

** She hath deceived her father, and may thee." 



38 



lAGO 

NO page of chronicler produced this man, 
The Poet saw him, knew him, breathed the 
air 
He breathed, and caught the poison from his lair. 
As through his wise, all-seeing gaze it ran. 
His vision clear could thus its torture scan, 
And place it mid appealing forces, where 
This paradox of evil we might scan. 
And find how easy turpitude can plan. 

Yet we, by terror of the scenes oppressed, 
Conceive a monster even hell decries ; 

It is impossible! " we cry distressed — 
His own unbafBed lie, when he replies 
To her who knew him best. Thus he ensnares. 
And all the tragedy of earth out-dares. 



39 



VIRGILIA AWAITING CORIOLANUS 

WHERE antique windows win the rising sun 
With chastened ray, that lingers as it falls, 
Listening perchance to chorus that enthralls. 
Music with music from the silence won, 
She sits, whose thoughts and hopes outrun 

All suns ; whose presence within household walls 
Like holy thought the place of prayer recalls. 
Or some new glory in the soul begun. 

Silent she is, waiting her lord with light 

That never fades, — the love-lit patience of her eyes 

Should in this hour draw angels from the skies ! 

Did he forget this in his starless night ? 

Nay ! Rather when the sword-thrust laid him low 

His great heart broke remembering her woe. 



40 



HERMIONE 

FROM corners of the earth we come this shrine 
To kiss ; bow as those in holiest witness 
When they their love of lovers' names confess; 
Or face an altar stair where feast divine 
Is served; where gods themselves prepare the wine; 
Made sacred by the vows pure souls profess, 
Still seeking to be purged from foolishness, 
Or proving how life's flame is made to shine. 

And when in reverence the kiss is laid, 
We rise the stronger ; — braver now to meet 
The hour's demand ; since here a debt is paid, 
And still the debtor's praise remains complete; 
Rejoicing in the joy that comes at last, 
The future surer for the stricken past. 



41 



PERDITA 

BEYOND all women she his praises won, 
This maiden grown among the flowers and 
trees, 
A part of all their moods and melodies; 
Her inner robe he wrought of raiment spun 
In the first freshness of the morning sun ; 
While woven with diviner sympathies, 
Are nature's all unconscious harmonies, 
As through her heart the forest fancies run. 

O Princess! Higher than the shade of throne. 

With heart so full of love it can " bleed tears," 

As we look backward through the light of years, 

Thou canst be paralleled by one alone, — 

A holy one, above all glorified, — 

The Jewish maid who bore the star-crowned Child. 



42 



MACBETH 

A LURID light shines full on earth and sky, 
An angry gleam, as though the day were wed 
To darkness ; the clouds share it and are led 
In wild disorder ; now no gentle sigh 
The breezes know ; moans unto moans reply ; 
The flowers, asunder torn, no longer shed 
Their fragrance ; nay, they fade and droop instead, 
As praying for the night in which to die. 

It falls ; — the terror-driven tempest rolls. 
Wailing not dead, but mourning living souls, — 
One, — less a man, yet crowned a king, — in fears, 
One — broken-hearted — and denied her tears ; 
O sin ! Thou canst rob death of majesty; 
Thou canst not silence voice of Deity. 



43 



JULIET 

COME, come apace ye suns that rule the day, 
And come ye moon and stars that crown the 
night, 
Come all ye powers unseen and filled with light. 
Answer, oh answer, even as we pray ! 
Send one pure beam, one fair, illumined ray 
To touch anew the page whereon we write ; 
Bear fine ethereal hues and here indite 
One worthy line beside this name to lay. 

All space and time, all light of stars and sun, 
All powers unseen, can make but one reply: 
Her life is love, — and what love hath not won 
In her, is worthless, and was born to die ; 
When Love himself is to best praises wed. 
He breathes her name alone, — and all is said. 



44 



VIOLA 

SPIRIT of Spring! Within whose heart the rose 
Of summer finds its fragrant breath, 
And music-laden vows their timely mirth, 
Whose touch can make untuneful boughs disclose 
The leafy pageant fairest May-time knows. 

While sun-kissed hilltop and the shower-swept earth 
Revel in loveliness that feels no dearth, 
Or nestle on its breast in sweet repose. 

One, steeped in love, sought immortality. 

To find that in its hours he could grow old, 

But he who dwells with thee has fadeless wing, 

Wrought in the light of youth's felicity. 

Is young with Dawn, whose rosy shades enfold 

The Morning Star, where love-birds mate and sing. 



45 



ISABELLA 

HER heart is like a summer vista crowned 
By sunny slopes, whose rose-lit pathways 
seem 
Like the blest vision of a happy dream, 
Where all harsh tones of crowded ways are drowned 
In the rare sweetness of harmonious sound ; 
The rippling murmur of a far-off stream. 
The wood-lark's song, 'mid leafy verdure's gleam, 
Whispering of shade where hidden peace is found, — 

And something more, so sacred, so sublime, 
We own the breath of a benignant power, 
Of inner life beyond our sight, yet felt 
Deeper than all the vaunted depths of time : — 
O Soul of Woman ! Whoso sees thy dower 
Ascends no height to learn where God hath dwelt. 



46 



ROSALIND AND CELIA 

INTO some souls a melody is wrought, 
As though from out the music of the spheres 
One anthem came to banish all earth's fears, 
And yield the sacred message love hath sought 
Since life began. With what uplifting thought 
And hope it nourishes the soul that hears ! 
And how its every note sustains and cheers 
When with some heavy darkness days are fraught ! 

Perfect it seems alone, but when love gives 

Unto soprano richest alto part 

And makes them one, what is there then that lives 

Surpassing this ? It whispers to the heart 

Soft murmurs of the deep, eternal theme 

That has its birth where living waters gleam. 



47 



REGAN AND GONERIL 

A BOAT upon a wide and angry sea, 
The rising wind filling its sails with moan, 
Now nears the rocks, all helpless and alone ; — 
Around the bows ocean's immensity- 
Is struggling with its own intensity, 
And heaving with unutterable groan, 
As though it would for some great wrong atone 
That still doth rob it of its majesty. 

On board the bark a strange and striking crew, 
With eyeless sockets, and with laughter grim, 
Dance on, like leaves in wintry forests dim ; — 
Dancing, yet dead, and with no vision new ; — 
Fury and foam the rock-bound cavern swings. 
And in its yawning depth each dead soul flings. 



48 



PORTIA 

HER step resounds to melody and praise ; 
Her world to murmurings from golden 
strings ; 
'T is fair as morning, fresh as forest springs 
Where rippling waters sing their roundelays. 
Her word, in rich magnificence of phrase, 
Like stately music rises as on wings, 
Yet sets its loveliness on lowliest things, 
And crowns with lofty deed her sunlit days. 

A royal setting thrones her sovereign grace, 
Its high effulgence bearing dower for queen. 
Still will her woman's heart herself efface 
That lord of love may yield whereon to lean. 
Oh freely thus to own her sweet enthrall, 
Yet miss one jewel from her coronal ! 



49 



TIMON 

WE pity, not in that he came to know 
A class abhorred, who, " like the rats, oft 
bite 
The holy cords atwain," using their might 
To injure all the fairest things that grow; 
Nor is it that he turns in scorn to show 

The rage that orders him to flee their sight. 
To die alone aweary of the fight, 
Leaving a curse upon his grave to throw. 

These pardoned faults lie dead upon the stone 
Where sea and sand meet earth's responsive moan 
For deeper things, that grinding poison wears 
When man's own cruelty himself ensnares ; — 
And all the oceans cannot drown the tears 
Where one true heart is pleading to deaf ears. 



50 



ARTHUR 

UNHAPPY boy! thou could'st of lilies boast, 
And claim the beauty of the half-blown rose, 
Fair Ruler of a Princedom rich in woes ; 
Viewing earth's kingdoms as one views a ghost, 
In tremor, and by cruel fears engrossed; 
Oh where was Fortune, she did not oppose 
The terror of a fate that must enclose 
Thy holy innocence by hatred crossed ? 

Ah, she was kind ! A realm is thine to-day 
No sovereign can destroy or take away ; 
In grief for thee a world is all too small, 
A mother's love our senses doth enthrall; 
Where now thou reignest we with Sorrow sit, 
Here is thy throne, and kings do bow to it. 



51 



MARINA 

MID scenes of hell she moves serene, unharmed, 
Her vestal robe of maiden chastity 
A shield for her illumined purity, 
Within whose presence lust itself, disarmed, 
Shrinks in its night or hides its face alarmed, 
As recognizing higher sovereignty 
That can subdue its foul audacity. 
Its floods of darkness by its counsel stormed. 

O hallowed hour, when in his sun-crowned soul 
This thought of woman's strength found its control ! 
Not all the fires on Dian's altar burned. 
Nor Amphitrite's gifts from Thetis earned. 
Ere held a virgin's light so star ensphered. 
Herself unto all human loves endeared. 



52 



OTHER SONNETS 



53 



TO THE SONNET 

I LOVE thee, O thou precious bit of verse! 
Great souls have found in thee relief from pain, 
And thus transformed their grief and woe to gain. 
In thee a poet's joy found lines so terse 
Hearts hold it and some newer joy rehearse. 

While love through thee has made his life so plain, 
The feebler breath may larger life attain, 
And passion to love's flame at last emerse. 

But I must prize thee most in that I may, 
In the brief hours of some crowded day, 
When maid and man beseech me with demand 
(Oblivious to my very least command), 
Between their questions turn myself to thee, 
Glad in thine uncomplaining brevity. 



55 



TO THE CLOUDS 



MINISTERS of constant beauty, fair and free, 
By day, by night, you draw my upward gaze, 
And ever with a reverent amaze, 
That you can bid me so much glory see, 
Yet unto earth its faithful servants be ; 

In grace and strength your mystic splendors raise, 
And in them shrine the silences that praise. 
Whispering your songs of deep tranquillity. 

A poet wrote, ** As lonely as a cloud," 
And unto me your loneliness were sweet, 
So far above the noisy strife of earth. 
Yet ever with a silent blessing bowed. 
Perchance enfolding there some seraph's feet, 
Perchance assisting at a spirit's birth. 



56 



II 



Say we do call your airy wanderings free, 

'T is but a freedom every soul may ask; 

For is it not obedience to the task 

Of that great Law that gives activity, 
Supplying unto life its truest plea 

For good eternally ? Would I might bask 

Within its light, and wear no more the mask 

That passes in the name of liberty. 

In holy stillness move, the appointed way, 
Show sweet docility in sun and shade, 
Make generous use of all I have to give, 
In darkest night keep yet the strength of day, 
Let deepest glow the inmost heart invade. 
Till one eternal flame gives right to live. 



57 



Ill 



When the heat lightnings o'er your surface play, 
Like great thought-flashes bursting from the heart, 
How gently you receive the fire-born dart. 

Owning in silence all its secret sway; 

And when like some huge monster free to slay, 
The thunder leaps and forces you apart. 
His unrelenting, woundful passions start 

The tears that only sunshine can allay. 

How eager and how lover-like the earth 
Returns them unto you, transformed to bloom; 
Or fresher beauties from the mists translate ; 
If but my tears could know so wise a birth. 
If thus they might some fuller life entomb. 
How different would fall the clouds of Fate I 



IV 



And when your lusty paramour, the wind, 

In furious bursts your soft, white bosoms rend, 
What healing spirits do your ways attend, 

Bidding you safe and peaceful havens find ; 

While you again your Bridegroom's courts attend, 
Till he to you his gracious halos lend, 

Or sees his image in great glory lined. 

Tumultuous masses taking on his light. 
That rainbow loveliness may shine once more, 
In regal arch the hopeful promise holds, 
That every storm will end in pathway bright ; 
Thus chastened nature from her bounteous store 
Controls the tempest, and its end unfolds. 



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V 



When sailing o'er the mountain tops you go, 
As though coquetting with their sterner mood, 
So glorifying their grim forms and nude, 

What can they feel of all that you bestow ? 

Response they have not, and no gladness show. 
Though gods for such adorning may have sued. 
And love for such caressing ever wooed, 

They greet you coldly, silent as their snow. 

Ah, thus the poet oft on stony soil 
Sheds splendor in excess with generous joy. 
Adding to heights his own enriching light, 
Receiving only his rewarding toil, — 
Yet unlike ye in this, no winds destroy 
The jewel flashes of his sun-crowned flight. 



60 



VI 



But when the sovereign mistress of the night 
Bids you her court in royal state attend, 
What heavenly vistas with your grandeurs blend, 

What silent anthems do your hearts indite, 

As pure air-speeding spirits pause to write 
Upon your snowy breasts, or softly bend 
To touch your billowy crests, and to them lend 

A vestment woven from their star-lit flight ? 

In hour like this Love surely came to earth, 
And in the transport born of all he saw 
Resolved to stay and woo fair Cynthia's kiss; 
And thus it is that they who know his birth 
Own as did he the influence of her law, 
And yield to night the secret of his bliss. 



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VII 



The gods themselves, 't is said, dwelt once with you; 
And who shall say they do not still abide, 
Secure in glories, where you safely hide 

With sheltering fold each pearl-tipped drop of dew, 

And where each hour bestows some vision new ? 
In other place can time so swiftly glide, 
Too far from earth its follies to deride, 

Yet not too far its horrors to subdue ? 

Days are there when high carnival you keep ; 
Oh, then I long to open wide your doors. 
Draw near the scenes your fleecy gates enfold ! 
Does then the Cloud Compeller laugh or weep ? 
Does he know aught of earthly seas and shores. 
Or does he greater than himself behold ? 



62 



VIII 



Cloud-land ! Thou art indeed a gorgeous land, 
Yet small to us the part that you reveal 
Comparisoned with all that you conceal 

Of that Great Law in life whose least command 

Calls witness thus from shadows, whose demand 
Is only that we gaze, to find how real 
Is beauty, when it teaches us to feel 

That priest-like in its presence we must stand ; 

And daily to the skies our altars build. 
Conscious that He who gives will not despise 
The shadows we illume, but so adorn 
That all we seek shall be in Him fulfilled. 
That He will so regard our sacrifice 
That from it nobler effort may be born. 



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IX 



Looking to thee, O Clouds, how can I dream 
That I was made in vain, since to my eyes 
Glories like thine in daily hosts arise, 

And space and sky with living beauties teem ? 

Even tho' all my days but shadows seem. 
More shadow-like than light that softly lies 
Upon thy breasts at eve, then softly flies, 

Content to give to night its single beam. 

Does not the beam to me a lesson bear, 
Laden with all great Nature's harmony ? 
The night converts its shade to drop of dew. 
And morn looks on it with so tender care 
As lifts it to the sun. Thus born anew 
Its birth attests its immortality. 



64 



A PRAYER 

FATHER, I come, a burden-bearer still; 
I know not if it be a cross I bear, 
Yet baneful wounds are mine I cannot share 
With one save Thee. Oh, if it be Thy will 
Thus in my life some purpose to fulfil, 
Bid me in patience find Thy tender care 
In all my woe ; yea, to see hidden there 
The lesson that shall banish or illumine ill. 

One gift of Thine will make time sacred, Lord, — 
To trust, doubt weakens and consumes the heart, 
Keeps in the soul a cross that holds no Christ ; 
Oh, come what may, though love know keenest sword, 
Give me the faith that can Thyself impart. 
The deathless faith that for Thy Son sufficed. 



65 



PREPARATION 

THOU faithful goddess of the ceaseless toil, 
Achievement's handmaid and unfailing guide, 
On wings they fly who at thy bidding ride, 
And fearless walk in ways no dangers foil ; 
No unpermitted prayer thy heights can soil, 
And all thy valleys' roughened pathways hide 
Treasures thou canst unto thine own confide, 
Though still to find them burns the midnight oil. 

The great of earth before thy mandates bowed, 
Following ever where thy counsels led ; 
What mighty wisdom has thy strength endowed, 
What lofty knowledge on thy sources fed ! 
The Man of God for thirty years served thee, 
That thus the world held captive might be free. 



66 



LISTENING TO "THE MESSIAH" 

FROM man to man a thought is given and lo! 
In the last brain it gains an added power 
That blooms to action and in one short hour 
Produces deed with kindling flame aglow; 
If earth-born current thus finds way to grow, 
May not God give to man a larger dower, 
With choicer gift His light and strength embower. 
Bidding it speak in tones all men may know ? 

Thus was it surely that our Handel caught 
Strains that the angels to his hearing brought ; 
Borne on celestial breeze they came to earth 
Keeping their witness of seraphic birth ; 
The poet's music hears itself rejoice 
When thus Eternal Grandeur finds its voice. 



67 



SILENCE 

THOU dost touch us in life's profoundest hours. 
Kiss us in moments of exalted need, 
Caress us closest when we, voiceless, heed 
The gifts that are enshrouded in thy powers. 
Portion of God ! Thy softened light embowers. 
Yea, holds the open door, whose portals lead 
Wherever thought enshrines itself in deed, 
Where birth and death bear their enfranchised dowers. 

Yet yielding art thou most to breath of love, 
It is in thee it finds eternal bloom 
(With Love and Silence what may we not know!). 
'T is Love at last finds thee a sheltering dove, 
And, nestling in thy wings, in yaster room. 
Goes with thee fearless whither thou dost go. 



68 



GLORIFIED 

IN dream I saw through gates of paradise 
The Virgin Mother on her pure white throne, 
Her face enrapt, listening the faintest tone 
Of pleadings that from earth-born hopes arise 
Bearing the prayer whose softest whisper flies 
Unto her heart. It came : the azure shone 
With silver light, resting on her alone, 
Then bore Her Son the message of her eyes. 

That moment lilies bloomed and angels sang. 
While all the heavenly air with music rang, 
As down the moonlit way one passed to earth, 
Seraphic witness of a mortal's birth. 
Thus mother heart, by Christ love sanctified, 
Is once again in child-birth glorified. 



69 



THOUGHT 

LT XWEARIED minister of God and man, 
) Forever soaring where none care to clix-nb, 
Or sounding depths in search of the sublime. 
What is :he:e thy great pO"-er ■iT.'Ly not scan! 
In thee is hidden that mysterious nian 

That bids the spheres knov -..eh. their forming time. 
Take noiseless shape, and v.ith unerring chime 
Swing sun, moon. -"":rii, and stars, in paths Elysian. 

A Redex art thou of the Deity. 

As himitless. as silent, and as free: 

Vain oniy -.vhen through thee v.-e strive to know 

The secret Source from whence thy wonders now; 

Used ■•ell, divine: securely holding then 

The sin -de force that can m.ake ^sds of men. 



70 



COMPENSATION 

ITHIN the desert's waste and arid sand 



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/ V A tree of living green and flame-like bloom 

Rises to greet the sunlight and illume 
The dry and burning zone. Nor is it fanned 
By night with breeze ; nor do its flowers demand 

The dew to give their loveliness perfume, 

Light travellers' vision, and dispel the gloom 
That weary eyes seek elsewhere to withstand. 

So have I seen some solitary soul 

Grow, in the midst of dearth and blighting air, 

To beauty angels would rejoice to wear; 

No hint without from whence their life's control, 

But Nature's Ordination knows its end. 

Wise God, increase the eyes that comprehend ! 



71 



THE MADONNA OF TO-DAY 

UNTO her life the angel message came, 
** The Lord is with thee," as to her of old; 
And in her boy she sees the good foretold. 
Breathing in silent awe one Holy Name; 
Yet asks not for him proof of earthly fame, 
Save only that he live as those who hold 
The sacred witness, and its gifts unfold, 
Through all his days the soul's true worth proclaim. 

War breaks upon the land. Her son will go. 
Are now her Heaven-fed hopes to be fulfilled ? 
Hearken her words as to her heart she speaks : 
** O duty loved of Love! In thee I know 
The path to God is in ourselves ; He willed 
That whoso finds it, in his own soul seeks." 



72 



INTELLECT WITHOUT HEART 

A LEGEND old recounts how hungry souls 
Across a desert gazed with longing eyes, 
When lo ! a glance their fading strength revives ; 
Within their reach a box some treasure holds, 
And to their famished thought a feast unrolls ; — 
Some food the god of Allah now supplies. 
Some drink that thirsting body satisfies. 
This blessed dream a rising sun unfolds. 

They hasten on, hope giving wings the while ; 
The goal is reached, expectant Faith is still, 
Food, food for starving ones no longer hid ; 
Nor once did Doubt with scorn draw near to smile, 
Until dismay and death their pulses fill — 
For pearls alone lie safe beneath the lid. 



73 



TO J. D. B. 

ON HIS EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY 

AS when in a cathedral's lofty aisle 
I wander, viewing all its splendors vast, 
Feeling the witchery of storied past, 
The present mellowed with its peace, the while 
Its soft enchantment can all care beguile, 
Supplying good that will the day outlast. 
And yielding beauty not to be surpassed, 
With all the glow of Wisdom's deathless smile: 

To such fair temple, O my sun-crowned friend, 

Thy mind I liken, and thyself compare; 

Here all the past can to the present lend 

A majesty as true as it is rare, 

And here, as in thy soul, the witness lives 

That to the present all its glory gives. 

March 15, 1895. 



74 



IN ABSENCE 

ODAYS in sunlit land, from home so far, 
One day among ye marks my dear Love's birth, 
A feast day in my heart, without its mirth, 
Since absence must my fairest visions mar, 
Obscure my sunrise, and my evening star. 

Leave wistful, eastward glance o'er all the earth, 
And whisper to my heart a present dearth 
That furrows deep one baleful, paining scar. 

Beloved, as I mourn I turn to thee, 

Strong in thine uncomplaining constancy ; 

Nothing can separate the soul from soul, 

And Love may birthday keep, complete and whole, 

Yea, holy, — but it cannot banish space. 

It finds me sobbing for one well-loved face. 



75 



THE CHORD 

OUT through the wide emblazoned door ye go, 
To strike the chord upon your being wrote 
In days now gone : its truth and worth denote, 
Or all its inharmonious weakness show. 
Future on sea of silence stilled, we know 
To-day a sound as though an angel smote, 
And from its tones a single word awoke 
That on a heart-throb dies and leaves no glow. 

O comrades, keep it, and its thought transpose 

To melody divine ; make life repeat 

A strain so perfected, that men shall tell 

How from this hour a harmony arose 

Sublimely tuned to victory or defeat 

And crowned with noblest meaning this Farewell. 

June, 1898. 



76 



HER BIRTHDAY 

1848 1898 

HERE reverently we pause, as those who pray, 
Partaking sacred wine at altar rail, 
Facing the shrine where burning lamps grow pale ; 
So bend we now, O God, this holy day, 
Conscious of all that 's mightiest in her sway. 
If unto us the present doth not fail, 
Her faith secured it, time dare not assail 
The gifts the years unto her wisdom pay ! 

The white-robed hosts who from her loins have sprung. 

In speaking silence stand with us this hour ; 

And when all praise hath found melodious tongue, 

'T is we who keep the secret of its power; 

As, when upon herself in love we call. 

We breathe the name of " Mother," — this means all. 

June 7, 1898. 



77 



A BABY'S SMILE 

A TREELESS landscape where no shadows are 
Would fairest vision be without its tears ; 
Yet tears alone must feed and deepen fears ; — 
Hence laughter comes, not from some distant star, 
But springing from the earth, with laden jar 
Of precious balm, — whose every touch endears, 
And makes as one kings, peasants, priests, and 
seers ; 
Oft falling as we weep — to heal some scar. 

Know life ? We must its source of laughter know, — 
Rejoice when Beauty adds to Mirth its charm. 
When Sorrow finds its gentle touch beguile, 
Or Love, awooing, may his dimples show, 
And what so sacred can our doubts disarm. 
As its soft whisper in a baby's smile! 



78 



NAUSICIA 

EMBLEM of dawn, sweet symbol of the spring, 
Fairer than either in the inner heart, 
Yielding a joy that neither can impart, 
In blest unfolding of the life within. 
Unto this loveliness what may we bring ? 
All tuneful, Heliconian numbers start. 
Bear us to temples far from earth apart. 
Where music fed of gods finds voice and wing! 

From thence returning, lo ! in some near bower, 

Her face uplifted meets our longing gaze, 

And answers shining with love's ecstasy. 

O Poet of immortal life and power, 

In this must be the fulness of thy praise, 

Whoso would know her best must go to thee. 



79 



OUR ALMA MATER 

1849 1899 

ENTHRONED in splendor, and in sovereign 
state, 
Where vale and hillside, wood and shaded shore. 
Their own entrancing loveliness adore, 
She stands triumphant, and with soul elate. 

The music of the stars within her voice. 

The wisdom of the ages in her heart ; 

No darkness hath within her life a part, 

Light ! light ! her cry : — its ways of toil her choice. 

Oh, what to her the passing of the days ! 

She counts them over only to grow young, 

Yet must she listen for their record, sung 

In anthem worthy all her highest praise : 

It speaks when her own spirit lives again 
In honored women, and in noble men. 



80 



TO JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 

(After reading his Child World) 

WHAT art is thine, O Poet, and what skill, 
Thou canst so rob the heart of all its pain, 
Compel the soul forget one hour its stain, 
And with thy magic turn us back at will 
Into the years when we were children still ; 
Make old-time mirthfulness and trust enchain, 
Bid the stern parent youthful joy regain, 
The winter days with springtime fulness fill ? 

The magic and the mystery are clear. 
Nor need we be by questioning beguiled, 
The secret is not far to seek, for here 
At one we find the Poet and the child ; 
Art here with love's so chastened flame is bright, 
Thy union marks their all so potent might. 
1896. 



81 



CHARLES FLOYD McCLURE 

C^ O much of life went from us when he died 

»^_/ The heart will not be silenced in its moan ; 
The lamp he held with so fine radiance shone, 

The place is darker, missing light supplied 

By duty unto service sanctified. 

Show us, O Grief, some good that can atone 
For loss like this ; or make our tears thine own, 

And weep with us in pain the hopes denied. 

Beloved Son ! for this, our doubting thought, 
Would'st thou not chide ? Come with thy reverent 

gaze, 
Teach us the message of these shadowed days. 
Or leave with us the courage thou hast taught ; 
Help us to see the winter wind may bring 
One glory more to all that makes the spring. 

January', 1900. 
Madison, Wisconsin. 



82 



A DIFFERENCE 

ONE walked through great St. Peter's lofty aisle, 
With thought alone of how 't was built and 
planned ; 
Its roof, its arch, its nave minutely scanned, 
And talked thereafter only of its ** style." 
One felt all these with radiant throb and smile; 
But prayerful homage caught the heart's demand 
For space like this wherein the soul may stand 
And hear celestial harmonies the while. 

Thus do men differ in their view of earth ; 
One sees the frame ; rejecting even God, 
Unless He fall under his measuring rod ; 
Another finds within its arch a birth 
Supreme ; hears universe of melodies 
And joins at will immortal harmonies. 

October i6, 1898. 



83 



HESTER PRYNE 

LOVE spoke and she its mastery obeyed, 
Nor thought of penalty that she must pay, 
Too soon it came to cloud and mar her day ; 
Earth's direst agony was on her laid, 
And all her life's best trust betrayed ; 

Her child, herself, outcast ; no right to pray 
For aught that should her sorest pain allay ; 
All this for one brief hour of life she paid. 

Tortured and branded, yet a woman still, 
Repressed and hungry, with a mother's heart; 
Can the Red Letter thus its work fulfil 
Or give to virtue one ennobling part ? 
O Christ, does Thy all-pitying love embrace 
Those who in sin the heart of Love deface ? 



84 



THE NEW YEAR 

BEHOLD her as she stands within the door, 
So beautiful with dew of youth, so fair, 
,Her jewels gleaming from her sunlit hair, 
Her hands pearl-laden, with so rich a store 
We dare not ask her for one gift the more. 
Yet know we in her garments she may bear 
The instrument to wound us, — show no care 
For present woe, and smile at all before. 

What though she weave the grass above the grave, 
What though her days some dearest treasure steal, 
Or hold some dagger that shall seem to harm ; 
Yet hail her, O my heart ! she comes to save, 
Her secret ponder, until soul shall feel 
How life immortal silences alarm. 

January i, 1898. 



8s 



WOMAN'S GIFT TO WOMAN 

THE soul longs ever for one perfect strain, 
The melody, so haunting, so complete 
It answers all we ask for or entreat, 
And leaves in life its true, its strong refrain : 
It silences earth's gloom, it lightens pain, 
Lifts high our aims above, beyond, defeat. 
Through all our sadness whispers all that 's sweet, 
And through the darkest hours our hopes enchain. 

Sometimes it comes through dim cathedral aisle, 
Sometimes from Nature's vast and bounteous heart ; 
A child's dear voice; an honest lover's vow; 
And oft, so oft, 't is born of Sorrow's smile; 
Full-choired it is, of morning song a part. 
When woman's soul may unto woman bow. 

January 23, 1899. 



S6 



AT THE PORTAL 



TO-DAY our Mother at her portal stands, 
Her eyes o'erflowing with a fond adieu, 
As forth her children go to meet the new, 
And hear the world make its untried demands. 
The echo true of all her great commands 

Lingers and lingers, though the hopes we knew 
In earlier days have vanished like the dew, 
Or as the ship that saileth from the sands. 

Forward we came to this enticing hour. 
And now we ask, facing our Roland Tower, 
What holds life in the dusty thoroughfares 
That end in that dark room that earth prepares ? 
A question more, or this is incomplete, 
How shall we there the Greater Portal meet ? 



87 



II 



Comrades, look out and up with hopeful eyes, 
The sky's o'erarching blue holds fast the sun, 
Nor does it cease to shine when day is done ; 

'T is ever morning somewhere, though light dies, 

And night is laden with untold surprise. 
The dawn is yours ; use it, nor from it run 
Into the garish noon until its work is done. 

Till day the noontide action justifies. 

Thus hour by hour advance, nor question more 
What any future has for you in store ; 
So gild the present with illuming light 
That stars shall shine however dark the night. 
Soul conflict has to do with life, not death, 
And soul led thus knows no expiring breath. 



88 



Ill 



No death then, and no tomb to make you fear, 
Life's endless ages are before you now, 
The centuries, with thunderous echoes, bow 

And yield unto you all their secrets here. 

Read them, yea make their lofty wisdom clear. 
The present with the worthy past endow. 
But no weak echo of yourself allow ; 

Let " inward light " in glorious dress appear. 

Onward thus, and make '* more life " your cry; 

Your spirit on the highest good rely ; 

Trust God, love man, guard your own heart, the while 

Each thought of duty finds its outward smile. 

Think not the days of miracles are past, 

But prove yourself the miracle at last. 



89 



IV 



How prove it, ask you ? By a faith and zeal 
That can the mountain move, and find the way 
Though all the world its burden on you lay ; 

I and my Father one. Be this the seal 

That gives your heart the right such gift to feel. 
Thus from this union soul with soul, thy day 
Unending, finds in every hour the ray 

That shall the Sinai path to thee reveal. 

O let this King of Glory then come in ! 

This Power that can all noble purpose win ; 

If it bids fly. the wings will be supplied ; 

If wait and weep, the strength no less denied. 

The vision splendid it for you secures. 

And through the Gates the City that endures. 



90 



EVENING 

BEHOLD her as she comes, her brow star- 
crowned, 
Her lips half parted in a dreamful smile, 
One finger poised as though she would beguile 
The world to stillness ; all her girdle wound 
With lotos bloom ; her cloud-spun vesture bound 
With sunbeams, dropped by Day, the while 
He welcomes her, and sees her slowly climb 
The hills that now unto her songs resound. 

Oh, was she fairer to the eyes that gazed 
When, blushing, she first saw her loveliness ? 
Did some hearts dream of festival Above, 
Hear ** Gloria in excelsis Deo " raised 
By angel hosts, who felt anew the stress 
Of this fresh witness of the Law of Love ? 



91 



TO THE MORNING GLORY 

IN royal vesture clad to greet the sun, 
The Dawn in love beholds thee, gentle flower, 
And adds unto thy heritage her dower, 
As though renewing vows for favors won. 
Oh, did she say to thee, thy life begun, 
It still should be thy glory to embower 
The lowliest spot with beauty's fadeless power, 
Content to leave it all when day is done ? 

All things their Morning keep awhile, as thou, 

But unto thee in all thy modest light 

Is given symbol of a nobler right, — 

No Morrow hast thou, and no Yesterday ; 

Who would not wish to live like thee, and pray 

For place like thine in the Eternal Now. 



92 



DEFILEMENT 

THE altar lamp burned low; the night was near; 
Yet Love his vigil kept ; his shrine unharmed. 
The darkness, by his loveliness disarmed, 
Found light still dwelling in its vaulted sphere, 
A jewelled light that knew not mist or tear; 
By all the pure white radiances charmed. 
Two figures knelt in calm, and unalarmed. 
Nor dreamed their chapel held one poisoned fear. 

It traced it slime where Trust its rubric made, 

And lo ! the pillared arches fell away ; 

The Bread and Wine on sacred vestments laid. 

Knew only rottenness at break of day ; 

While wounded Love languished in stench to die. 

Its ruined temple changed into a sty. 



93 



THOUGHT 

UNWEARIED minister of God and man; 
Forever soaring where none dares to climb, 
Or sounding depths in search of the sublime; 
What is there thy great power may not scan ! 
In thee is hidden that mysterious plan 

That bids the spheres know well their forming time, 
Take noiseless shape, and with unerring chime 
Swing sun, moon, world, and stars in paths Elysian. 

A reflex art thou of the Deity, 

As limitless, as silent, and as free ; 

Vain only when through thee we strive to know 

The secret source from whence thy wonders flow ; 

Used well, divine; securely holding then 

The single force that can make gods of men. 



94 



BEAUTY'S DWELLING-PLACE 

(Eagle Heights) 

WHEN Beauty came from her Creator's hand, 
She pressed her lips on earth, on sea, on air ; 
A kiss of love for that divine command 

That gave her power to make her touch so fair. 
Look, Beauty, now, oh, look thou near and far. 

On every scene still thrilling with thy kiss, 
And choose one favored spot where naught shall mar 
The mystic glory of a touch like this. 

Thus her Creator spoke; His handmaid smiled, 
Her radiant eyes illuming all the place ; 
While the near landscape, by her glance beguiled. 
Caught and transfixed it, falling from her face. 
Beauty that moment, seeing spot so fair. 
Folded her wings, and dwells contented there. 



95 



PASADENA 

WHEN Eve went out from Paradise she turned 
For one last look upon the vision there ; 
Then, gazing still, she breathed a silent prayer, 
And, though the great archangel may have spurned, 
God heard it, and in happy witness burned 
His answer on one portion of earth's air; 
Fond spot where Peace may silence man's despair; 
Breathing the good that moment's cry had earned. 

Thus ever shall one favored valley know 
The impress of that hour; wear through all time 
The proudest glories nature can bestow; 
Adding to these the wondrous gift sublime 
That bids man feel Time pauses here to pray, 
And holds the while all human ill at bay. 

1898. 



96 



ON BROOKLYN BRIDGE 

SUNRISE and breeze; eastward a blaze of gold; 
Far down, the river on its mission bent, 
Soft light on dome and roof and spire, content 
And smiling on the beauty here unrolled ; 
Olympian Jove saw not the like of old, 
Nor could he in his loftiest hour have sent 
A thought to earth that space should here be rent 
And millions walk where his own clouds unfold. 

Thus as I stand on this majestic span. 

It is not by the scene my thought is held. 

For though earth shows no vision that compares, 

The soul, in awe, dwells on the mind of man. 

And here, in solemn silence is compelled 

To bow in homage as on altar stairs. 



97 



TO LLOYD MIFFLIN 

UNFETTERED in the sonnet's perfect space, 
Through paths pearl-strewn we walk to Gates 
of Song, 
While in their light we feel ourselves grow strong, 
The old-time, classic beauty on them trace; 
And Life, sweet Nature's unobtrusive grace, 
Melody our hearts would fain prolong. 
The quiet of the stars amid the throng, 
Are here, with Hope that Grief cannot efface. 

Orpheus awoke no strain so full of peace, 
So odorous with breath of pine and flower. 
Yet touching heights that bid earth's darkness fly, 
With gentle ease compelling moan to cease ; 
Apollo e'en might envy one this dower, 
Search here to find its deep, its pure supply. 



98 



CROMWELL 

1599 April 25th 1899 

CROMWELL, if thine ear receives to-day 
Earth's heart-beat with its ceaseless moan and 
cry, 
Scarred with the wrongs no blood stains can defy, 
The clang of fetters on the souls that pray 
To deafened hearing, and to kings that slay. 
Or gaze indifferent while men rot and die, 
While women sob in silence and deny 
Their tears, lest weeping should their toil delay : 

Then art thou satisfied thy day was spent 
Before grim greed for gold the world hath rent, 
Ere Peace found despots deadlier than war. 
And battle-fields that leave no honored scar, 
Where thirst for gain, tainting the human breath, 
Robs life of joy and adds new sting to death. 

a.ofc. 



99 



A HUMAN HAND 

IT made and unmade destinies of men, 
Built and destroyed the monuments of Time, 
Pointed the path where worthy thought sublime 
Finds voiceful form in prayer and deed and pen; 
Brought light and peace to captive souls, and then 
Removed the darkness of a buried clime ; 
Kept poet-heart awake in deathless rhyme, 
Clasped love as father, friend, and citizen. 

As cold in death we hold it in our own. 
We ask our hearts, Where now its noble life? 
The answer comes above its dust to-day, — 
Ruling a kingdom from earth's loftiest throne, 
For here, beyond all cavil, toil, or strife. 
It keeps and guards all that it gave away. 



lOO 



TO A DEPARTED HERO 

PATRIOT, and partisan where cause was right, 
Loving all men, yet daring to disown 
Those who for self and selfish ends alone 
Place their unhallowed hands before the Light ; 
Or who would taint the pure unsullied white 
Of that great glory, unto thee a throne 
Supported by the priceless Corner Stone 
That ever must uphold thy country's might. 

Great Citizen ! appear to us this hour 

When dark Dishonor threatens more than life ; 

Show us anew the value of the dower 

Purchased by heroes through ensanguined strife ; 

Arise ! and prove the dead alone are they 

Who would their blood-bought birthright now betray. 



lOT 



EXPANSION 

COLUMBIA, whose arms encircle now 
The earth, and clasp the hands of those who 
need, 

Great is thy calling, worthy of thy deed 
The hour; if thou canst to its mandate bow 
In reverence; with thyself its light endow; 
If still upon His bidding thou canst speed. 
And thirsty souls with living waters feed, 
The time is thine and who dare disallow! 

Oh, forward go as did thy sons of old. 

Girt and adorned in all that makes man strong, 

Grander than war prove victory in peace. 

And if new foes arise, their night enfold 

With stars within whose shining lives no wrong. 

Where deeds that honor manhood cannot cease. 



102 



CUBA TO THE UNITED STATES 

IS thine the land that bore the honored name 
Of Washington? — the land where Lincoln died ? 
Counting the cause of Freedom sanctified 
So long as earth shall glorify their fame ? 
Look to it that thou smother not the flame 
They kindled, lest it be in time denied, 
And all their lofty leading thus defied. 
The womb that bore them know a bastard's shame! 

I stand with outstretched arms and bleeding heart, 
As in the name of " Liberty " I plead; 
Arise ! and fear alone the envenomed dart 
That searcheth, worse than death, ignoble deed ; 
Yea, read on tombs of those who died for Right, 
No bloodless sword did yet a tyrant smite. 
1896. 



103 



EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE 

YEAR of Conflict ! Writ in blood of man, 
Thy message-laden seasons pass to meet 
The light that searches glory or defeat, 
And yields to time the virtue that may scan 
The secret borne in their life-purchased plan. 
Facing thy record now we dare entreat 
Not one throb less of love or pain's heart-beat 
For that high Purpose which thine hours outran. 

We pray for Peace, not as the Coward prays, 
But as the Strong, who know the victor's might. 
Who sing the triumph of triumphant days. 
And see the vision of a nobler right, 
Who build through sacrifice a nation's life, 
And, serving others, glorify its strife. 



104 



AFTER THE WAR 

MY Country, in this so ponderous hour, 
Would I could bring to thee a gift to aid, 
Know portion of my debt to thee repaid. 
Increase by stronger life thy sacred power, 
Draw nearer souls who give to thee a dower 
The angels guard ; live closer those who laid 
Upon thy brow a bloom that cannot fade, 
Love's witness daily passing into flower. 

Ah, yet one thing is mine, — to pray for thee, 
That all thy well-won road to Liberty 
Be found in God and His immensity; 
That raising others prove ourselves we raise. 
Till round the world exultant songs of praise, 
Own Thee, O Lord, the Ruler of our days. 



105 



SONGS 



107 



WASHINGTON 

HOW shall we praise our uncrowned king ? 
Come, holy heralds ! bid us sing 
Of him who ruled by right divine, 
Founder of Freedom's noblest shrine. 

Come, bid us know we praise him best 
When we obey his high behest 
And walk where'er his spirit leads, 
Transforming praise to lofty deeds ! 

Speed now the rays that still supply 
The light where broods of Folly die. 
Where Truth and Wisdom point the way 
To sunrise of a grander day ! 

O Country ! where this light was born, 
Guard thou the splendor of its morn ! 
The dawn he gave; speed thou the sun 
In highest cause of manhood won ! 

O Union, rise! mold men to be 

Fit witness of his gift to thee ! 

'T is thine to prove that where he trod, 

Still live the men who walk with God. 

109 



HYMN 

1848 (For the Birthday of a State) 1898 



A RADIANCE falls on us to-day, 
The splendor of a Living Past, 
We own its strong, benignant sway. 

We feel the joy around us cast ; 
Glory to Thee, O God, and praise, 

This hour is Thine, it came from Thee, 
Exalts to our uplifted gaze 
All Thou hast done to make men free. 



II 



Without Thee nations do not live. 

And with Thee nations cannot die ; 
All that is great is Thine to give. 

Is also Thine to sanctify ; 
Our fathers saw an ampler dawn 

That gave to man a larger light ; 
Forbid one ray should be withdrawn. 

Give us this witness of Thy might. 

110 



Ill 



It was for them to frame the plan, 

To mould and build our noble State, 
She shows herself the friend of man, 

She guards his rights, and knows them great ; 
Protect her. Lord ! Remove all wrong. 

Keep faith in Thee forever sure. 
That all she does may make men strong. 

And, making strong, may make them pure. 



Ill 



A WAR SONG 

(Before Santiago) 

SONS of Columbia, arise, 
The call to arms is here, 
Your fellow-man a wrong defies. 
Their right as noonday, clear. 
Peace now is war, and war is peace, 

It is the hour's decree ; 
If blood alone can bring release 
Shed it for Liberty. 

A wrong to man is wrong to God ; 

Too long it cried in vain. 
Too long men saw a bleeding sod 

Weep for its children slain. 
The land we own is Holy Ground, 

Purchased in Freedom's name; 
We dare not lose a single sound 

That adds unto her fame. 

The God of Battles guards the Right, 
He wills that man be free. 

In sacred cause and in His might 
March on to victory. 

112 



March on, march on ! the day is ours ! 

Night falls for each at last, 
But morning breaks, we keep the powers 

That live when night is past. 



113 



IN THE HOUR OF VICTORY 

GOD of the Battle ! in whose sight, 
The soldier dies to guard the Right, 
Or faces death, and still survives 
To learn the day's dread sacrifice ; 
Lord of the living and the dead. 
By Thee alone are victors led. 

Crowned with the laurel wreath to-day, 
Our heroes watch on shore and bay ; 
The battle fought, the battle won. 
The warriors rest at set of sun. 
Lord of the living and the dead. 
By Thee alone are victors led. 

Glory and praise attend the hour 
Illumined by a Nation's power, 
And each brave deed in life creates 
A nobler fellowship of States. 
Lord of the living and the dead, 
By Thee alone are victors led. 

God of the Past, the work approve, 
As onward all earth's forces move; 

114 



Through life, through death, make clear the plan 
That brings to pass Thy will for man. 
Lord of the living and the dead, 
By Thee alone are victors led. 

The cannon and the sword thrust cease, 
Comrades in arms will find release, 
But conflict cannot end till we 
Stand in the larger light with Thee. 
Father, in memory of the dead, 
This light upon Thy people shed. 



"5 



GLADSTONE 

TITLE we seek, as he lies dead, 
Before which high and low must bow ; — 
Repeat his name — when all is said, 
It holds earth's loftiest honor now. 



ii6 



RESURRECTION 

I SAW a lump of dull, cold earth, 
No sign of life or beauty there ; 
I looked again, — a lily's birth 

Transformed to bloom the gladdened air. 

And reverent hands now bore the clod, 
From whence this chastened glory sprang, 

They placed it where the praise of God 
In flowing numbers rose and rang. 



117 



THE QUEEN IS OLD 

(With Apologies to the Author of When the Queen was Young) 



^ I ^HE Queen is old, but her heart doth hold 

X The Light of the Day that is young, 
When the God of Right, in His power and might, 

Still hears His Anthem sung, 
From souls of men, its grand Amen, 
In Freedom's name, and for Freedom's fame, 
And the Cause that is worthy of might ; 
Yea, the Queen is old, but her heart doth hold 
The Light of the Day that is young. 



n 

The Queen is old, but her flags unfold 

O'er the men still ready to die, 
When the tyrant stands and raises his hand 

To throttle a human cry ; 
When voices plead for a nobler creed. 
Whatever the time, wherever the clime. 
Or how far from home the trenches lie. 
Oh, the Queen is old, but her flags unfold 
O'er her sons still ready to die. 

ii8 



Ill 

The Queen is old in the crown of gold 

By her own brave warriors won, 
For the riven chain, and the old wrong slain. 

And the fettering cord undone ; 
And she listens to-day in the old, old way, 
As when bugles rung, and her laureates sung, 
For her soldiers march with uplifted torch. 
To guard the crown by her warriors won, 

When the Queen was young. 



IV 

The Queen is old, and the hours have tolled 

To the need of a prayer sublime ; 
For wars increase, and there is no peace 

When peace itself is crime ; 
The God of Battles her flag unfurled, 
And her sons march out to the end of the world. 
One prayer on heart and tongue, 
To serve the Right in God's own Light, 

As when their Queen was young. 

Madison, Wisconsin, 1900. 



119 



STARVED— UNKNOWN 

O HEART of Love, droop Thou Thy head, 
And here let fall a tear ; 
Of cold and hunger one lies dead. 
Ten thousand passing near. 

No hand outstretched to save or feed, 

No ear to answer call. 
The wintry winds alone give heed, 

The wintry snowflakes fall. 

Hungry and cold, while food is nigh 

And warmth on every hand ! 
O God, we all at last must die. 

And each before Thee stand ! 

Who then shall answer for this life, 

This dead son, still Thine own ? 
Oh, will it ease for earth the strife. 

To say " He was unknown ? " 

One said, " Our Father " in men's sight. 

Uniting all to Thee ; 
Can any dare exclude this light, 

Because of poverty ? 

120 



Was not this man a brother, then, 

And bound by every tie ? 
Oh, what now can he say of men, 

Before Thy court on high ? 

** Yea; hungry was I, — no one fed, 

Cold, and none to shield, 
No other place to lay my head. 

Save in the ice-clad field. 

** A stranger, — no one took me in, 

I swallowed only tears; 
No way I found my bread to win, 

And hunger has such fears ! 

** For not alone my body starved. 
My soul was starved as well, 

And starving souls, by hunger scarred. 
Make of the world a hell." 

** Was it for this," we hear God say, 

** I sent My Only Son ? 
What can men mean when still they pray, 

' O Christ ! Thy will be done ? ' 

** His will be done! While thus one dies 
Whom My Son died to save! " 

121 



The answer came from human eyes 
Colder than winter's grave. 

Father of Love ; we stand condemned 

Before Thy frowning face ! 
Oh, in Thy mercy hear, and send 

Fresh ministry of grace ! 

Grant, God, the thought of this dead form, 

The living dead awake ! 
Lest over earth a deadlier storm 

Bid human conscience ache. 

Help us the human heart to see, 
And not the fault that drags, — 

To feel the soul's sublimity 
Under the foulest rags. 

O brother, lying stark and cold, 

Colder than winter chilled, 
Grant when eternities have rolled 

You do not say, " Men killed! " 

And help, O Christ, Thy gift to see 

Beneath the human clod, 
To find Thine own humanity. 

That makes the man a God ! 

122 



SAPPHO 

ALL womanhood expressed in one great soul, 
Her love, her hope, her trust, and her desire, 
A single instance of a mighty whole, 
Revealed in characters of living fire. 

Shall it be said the whole is incomplete. 

The woman's only — not the master's power ? 

Nay, owning both, she does forever speak 
As with freshness of her June-time flower. 



123 



A MOTHER'S PRAYER 

(On her Son's Departure for College) 

FATHER, Thou knowest the parent-love, 
It was from Thee it came, 
And still this portion from above 
Feeds and supplies the flame. 

My child, my boy, is unto me 

As dear as is Thine own, 
But Thou art God, and unto Thee 

Is all love's wisdom known. 

Yet I may touch Thee when I share 

Love's all-embracing need. 
And I am Thine, in that my prayer 

May mark and crown my deed. 

To-day my son goes from his home, 

Henceforth I may not see 
The path wherein he walks alone, 

Save as he walks with Thee. 

" A Christ," I prayed when near my heart, 

His own throbbed peacefully; 
I dare not ask a lesser part. 

And own Thy Majesty. 

124 






Father, a mother's hope fulfil, 

And bid me find in him 
A Christ-light shining on Thy Will 

That earth soil cannot dim. 

But if my hope should be denied. 
Forbid my prayer should cease, 

Or know Thy Son less glorified, — 
Give love its own deep peace. 

His life is his to save or lose, 

This is his own to do, 
But, O my God, do not refuse 

That he know false from true. 

And if he sin, — for who that lives 
Escapes the slave-wrought chain ?- 

He who knows all, it all forgives. 
Though none can heal the pain. 

And if in him I may not see 

Assent to all Thy plan. 
Oh, grant in true humility 

He love his fellow-man. 

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Father, how feeble seems my thought, 

The mother-heart so stirred I 
But though I speak not, Thou art sought, 

Love owns the silent word. 

And thus with Thee I leave my prayer, 

And trust, when all is seen, 
My boy is safe within Thy care, 

And Thou hast watched between. 



Z26 



THE LOST FRIEND 

I THOUGHT Love kind. He gave two friends, 
A blessing he so rarely sends. 

Death came and one great heart was stilled. 
All life seemed strangely, sadly chilled. 

But comfort came, — not quite bereft 
To love and trust one heart was left. 

Years passed. To-day the friend who died 
Is with me whatsoe'er betide ; 

In every troubled, lonely hour 

I feel her great heart's quick'ning power. 

The one who lives, — as sundered quite 
Our thought, our souls, as though the light 

Of different suns shone o'er our ways. 
Yet the same hour marks both our days. 

Alas ! that ever hearts should know 
A truth so full of bitter woe, 

That life more cruel far can be 
To love, than all death's mystery. 

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GONE 

GONE from the place that knew him, 
Gone from the duty met, 
Gone from the eyes that loved him, 
Whose lids with tears are wet. 

Gone from the path familiar, 

His feet had walked so long, 
Gone from the service tendered 

In faithful trust and strong. 

Gone from unspoken praises. 

The lips could not express. 
While hearts in silence utter 

To-day their own distress. 

Gone from the labor honored, 

In time of storm and calm : 
But not from the healing comfort 

That brings the spirit balm. 

Not gone from love we bore him, 

From love we bear him still, 
Nor from the blest assurance 

The future must fulfil. 

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Gone from the promise spoken 
To those who work and wait, 

Who in the silence serving 
The deeds to praise translate. 



129 



SCARS 

SHE sought her dead on the battlefield, 
Her king of many wars; 
And, finding him, she cried, " 'T is he! 
I know him by his scars." 

O record of a soldier's fate 

Whose light outshines the stars, 

When she who loved him best can say 
" I know him by his scars." 

'T is thus the Christian knows the King 

Whose glory nothing mars; 
Gazing at hands and feet and side, 

He knows Him by His scars. 

O happy we, if, serving Him 

Till death the door unbars. 
We merit then from lips Divine, 

** I know thee by thy scars! " 



130 



THERE IS A STAR 

THERE is a star that lights my night, 
And whispers still of day, 
Keeps hope awake within my breast. 
And lights my lonely way. 

Without it, faith itself would fail. 
And love grow cold and chill ; 

It shines, and faith and hope and love 
My heart and being thrill. 

Within its light I see the King, 

As did the men of old, 
And all within its guiding ray. 

My eyes the Christ behold. 

O blessed star that leads to Him ! 

O holy, sacred light ! 
My soul looks up with reverent awe. 

And hails thee, Star of Night. 



131 



THE SONG OF THE LOYAL 

OSING the song of the Loyal, 
Who, when the strife is on, 
Stand fast and 'quit themselves like men, 

Until the day is done; 
Who in the fierce-fought battle rage, 

Ask not who is to win, 
But shout huzzas in face of death, 
The brave heart strong within. 

O sing the song of the Loyal, 

Who, when the day is lost 
Wiring victory from grim defeat, 

And calm the tempest tost. 
Who, if the storm assail the ship. 

Put life in sail and crew, 
Because their firm hand meets the gale 

And holds the rudder true. 

O sing the song of the Loyal, 

The faithful ones who tried, 
And knew, whatever heroes gained. 

Would be to them denied ; 
Who shed no idle tears when life 

Shut out their chief desire. 



But from the sword-thrust rose again 
To mount to service higher. 

O sing the song of the Loyal, 

The noble ones who died 
That we who live might bear our load 

With purpose sanctified ; 
Who make the cross with holly bloom, 

The cradle still to know 
Angelic hosts proclaim the star 

That shines across the snow. 



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WEDDING HVMX 

OSUN, 
From out whose gracious rays 
Came forth the day of days 
When my dear Love was born, 
Shine out, 

And with thy brightness pay 
Due homage to her wedding day ; 
Bring gift, in golden gleam, 
A prophecy of good in every beam ; 
Rejoice with so much of thyself that in her lives, 
Which she with loving joy to others freely gives. 

O Moon, 

From out whose peaceful life 

A spirit came to guard her own from strife, 

Shine out, 

And with thy softest light 

Make happy Peace to rule her wedding night ; 

Let all thy rays in silvery sheen, 

Whisper of coming nights serene; 

Rejoice with so much of thyself that in her lives, 

Which she with loving joy to others freely gives. 



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O Stars, 

From out whose twinkling beams 

Came radiant gleams 

To dwell, and find within her soul an added glow, 

A sunnier warmth than ever stars do know, 

Catch from unsetting suns to-night 

A ruddier tint — a hint of Heavenly light ; 

Reflect in her eyes, 

And make a new beauty in the skies ; 

Rejoice with so much of yourselves that in her lives, 

Which she with loving joy to others freely gives. 

O Flowers, 

Whose censers swinging slow, 

Exhaled rare fragrance fed with morning dew 

To touch the breath that first she drew, 

Lift loyally your heads, and gayly smile 

With joy, the while 

In rich perfume 

Her bridal blossoms bloom ; 

Cull sweet perfection from her face, 

And then give back your borrowed grace ; 

Rejoice with so much of yourselves that in her lives, 

Which she with loving joy to others freely gives. 



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O Music, 

Born upon celestial lyres, 

And thrilling 'mid angelic choirs, 

Come nearer to earth to-day, 

Whisper in my lay ; 

Repeat the melody you sent 

When to the world her voice you lent ; 

Swell in the air that tells 

The echoes of the bells; 

Be like her lover's heart, 

Of her own a part ; 

Rejoice with so much of yourselves that in her lives, 

W^hich she with loving joy to others freely gives. 



O Love, 

From out whose very heart she came, 

Born from thy glowing flame, 

Look down, 

And in thy glorious way 

Crown thou her wedding day. 

Oh, nearer come — make thou her bridal bed, 

Close by her side all future pathways tread. 

Help her to see thy face 

In every clime and place; 

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Rejoice with so much of thyself that in her lives, 
Which she with loving joy to others freely gives. 

And ye, 

O favored ones and blest, 

Whose hearts have been her rest 

Since life began. 

Ye listen now, and hear, with all Love's pain, 

Her marriage vow; 

Giving, where most ye long to keep. 

Smiling, where most ye long to weep ; 

Repress your tears, 

Banish your fears; 

Rejoice with so much of yourselves that in her lives, 

Which she with loving joy to others freely gives. 



137 



BETRAYED 

ONE hour sweet sunshine and a perfect peace, 
The next in tumult and with soul dismayed, 
Inferno could not now the pain increase, — 
One trusting heart has found itself betrayed. 



138 



HYMN 

(For the Opening of a New Library) 
I 

GLORY to Thee, O God, and praise 
For all Thy servants here have wrought ; 
The fairest building man can raise 
Is but the symbol of Thy thought. 

II 

We do not come as those who pray 
To presence long unseen, unknown, 

This place hath found Thee day by day, 
We reap this hour what Thou hast sown. 

Ill 

Thy light is here ! Lord God, we ask 

The toiler's right its gift to share. 
Secure to our appointed task. 

Some witness of the Builder's care. 

IV 

So shall this sacred temple stand 

The treasure of a noble state, 
And all the good Thy wisdom planned 

Man's labor into Life translate. 

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INGLORIOUS :\IILTON (?) 

" ^7^ OME mute, inglorious Milton here may rest/ 

^^_J A poet's line so oft by lips rehearst; 
Pure poet's fancy ! quite beyond dispute — 
If he were Milton, then he were not mute. 



140 



THE SONG AT MIDNIGHT 

THE solemn hush of midnight, 
Folding the world in sleep, 
While I alone with darkness 

A weary vigil keep. 
When lo ! from out the silence 

A burst of joyous sound, 
That fills my saddened senses 
With melody profound. 

A bird in tree-top near me, 

Unmindful of the gloom. 
Is filling night with music 

Sweet as though it were noon. 
*T is but a moment only, 

And then the song is o'er. 
My soul that instant whispered 

A prayer undreamed before. 



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I caught, O happy warbler, 

The secret of the lay 
That sings itself in darkness, 

Clear as though 't were day ; 
I learned in that brief moment, 

That song has truer ring 
If through the gloom of midnight 

*T is given the power to sing. 



142 



DAY OF DAYS 

(A Rondeau) 

THE world in mid-December snow 
Lies soft and white, as if to grow 
More pure and calm to greet the day, 
When heaven and earth in union pray 
That human love may God-like show ; 
For once again the world will know 
The Christ-born song of long ago, 
The song that bade the angels say 
" Good will to men." 

O day of days ! whose fadeless glow 
Sends love in spirit to and fro, 
*T is ever thine to prove the way. 
In winter chill to find the May, 
And bid the angels' message flow — 
" Good will to men." 



143 



TRUE HELP 

NOT gift of gold or jewels rare 
Can with one priceless gift compare, — 
He loves man best who helps him keep 
Faith in himself still pulsing deep. 



144 



TO J. D. B. 

IF I could from your spirit steal 
A single ray it gives to earth, 
I then could one fair poem seal 
With witness of immortal birth. 

Since this may not be mine to do, 
I say its prayer within my heart. 

And, turning, still its light pursue. 
Grateful to share its smallest part. 



145 



COBBLE AND CRYSTAL 

THE sun gave light to cobble-stone, 
And it a cobble-stone remained ; 
Its rays upon a crystal shone 

And myriad eyes to light attained. 

Yet in the aeons by and bye 

May not the stone a crystal be ? 

I can but answer with a sigh, 
" It is not crystal now for me." 



146 



so LONG! 

NINETEEN hundred years ago, 
The Christ was born in Bethlehem ; 
Nineteen hundred years ! and still 
We do but touch His garments' hem. 



147 



SONGS WITHOUT WORDS 

A MOTHER sings to her sleeping babe 
A lullaby soft and low ; 
But deep in her heart she keeps a song 

That words can never know. 
For speech is shallow, and silence deep ; 
What hearts feel most they cannot speak; 
And the sweetest songs we sing below 
Are those that words can never know. 



A lover brin^^s to his waitingr bride 

A message tender and true; 
But the song that wakens the love to life 

No language ever knew. 
For speech is shallow, and silence deep; 
What hearts feel most they cannot speak; 
And the noblest songs we sing below 
Are those that words can never know. 



A maiden kneels at a sacred shrine 

Seeking a blessing meet ; 
But the truest prayers that Heaven hears 

No human lips repeat. 



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For speech is shallow, and silence deep ; 
What hearts feel most they cannot speak; 
And the truest prayers we breathe below 
Are those that words can never know. 



149 



EARTHS REQUITAL 

AWEARY woman heard a people's praise; 
All she had longed for, freely now they gave. 
Alas I they knew not that her saddened gaze 
Saw roses falling only in a grave. 



150 



SERENITY 

O BLESSING found in God-like soul! 
At last I see how thou art won ; 
Thy owner asks from earth no dole, 
Nor leaves an honest task undone. 



151 



THE POET'S GIFT 

MEN toiled and toiled, so long, so long. 
Searching for one great truth, 't was said ; 
A poet came, and in his song 

The truth was found — a world was fed. 



152 



MY BEST POEM 

YOU ask of mine the poem I love best, 
And promise it shall have the larger light ; 
Alas ! alas ! far, far beyond the rest 
I love the poem that I mean to write ! 



153 



A LOVE SONG 

IF I could weave myself into my song, 
Straightway I 'd hie me to my Lady's arms, 
And softly on her lips my bliss prolong, 

And feed my longing eyes upon her charms. 

I 'd nestle in her bosom all the day, 

Find loves at night that do the more endear. 

To guard her as she sleeps, nor cease to pray 
That in her dreams she fancy I am near. 

Oh, go, at least, my Song, and tell her this, — 
It is from her your life and measure flow. 

And if some portion of herself you miss, 

Oh, cease, yea cease that idle strain to know. 

Or if unto her face you bring a smile, 
Secure it, and enchain it to your note, 

Henceforth angelic hosts will pause the while 
Your lines upon the listening azure float. 

But oh, if you can reach unto her heart. 
And capture it, and bring it unto me, 

Take all the world, and leave to mc this part, 
And I will owe all heaven itself to thee. 

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Yet, go, at least, my Song, and tell her this, — 
It is from her your life and measure flow, 

And if some portion of herself you miss. 

Oh cease, yea cease that idle strain to know. 



155 



MARJORIE 

(Four Years Old) 

SHE sent me flowers, — my Marjorie, 
And in their bloom I dreamed 
Some semblance of herself might be; 
But all who look within her eyes 
Confess at once, in fond surprise, 
No flower that blows is fair as she, 
My Marjorie — sweet Marjorie. 

Some lines she sent — my Marjorie, 

So dear, so sweetly writ, 
A witness of her witchery ; 
But all who look within her heart, 
And feel the love it can impart, 
Read there the line that blesses me 

In Marjorie, my Marjorie. 

Ah, well I know, my Marjorie, 

I hear it in my prayers. 
How one true angel pitied earth, 
And pleaded so for thy dear birth, 
Love sent thee here to bid us see 
How fair the good of heaven can be, 

My Marjorie, sweet Marjorie. 

■56 



THE STOLEN KISS 

I 

I'M in despair, I 'm in despair, 
I read my sentence everywhere, 
You ask me what I 've done amiss ? 
Why only this, — I stole a kiss, 
I stole, I stole, I stole a kiss. 

II 

What could I do? what could I do? 
Her lips, like rosebuds touched with dew, 
So tempting seemed, who could resist ? 
Not I at least, — I stole a kiss, 
I stole, I stole — I stole a kiss. 

Ill 

But oh, such anger filled her eyes. 
She looked so startled and surprised, 
I now can think of naught but this, — 
I vexed her when I stole that kiss, 
I vexed her when I stole that kiss. 

IV 

O pray, pray tell me what to do ; 
How shall I her forgiveness sue ? 

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I '11 go to her and tell her this, — 
I 'm ready to give back that kiss, 
Give back that kiss, give back that kiss, 
I 'm ready to give back that kiss. 



J58 



CHARLIE'S COURTING 

YOUNG Charlie O'Neil came to me one day 
And, bashfully speaking, he said : 
** You 're old, and wiser than many I know, 

And by your advice I 'd be led. 
Pray tell me how I the question propose. 

To some pretty maiden I know, 
I 'm anxious to marry, but cannot because 
The asking it bothers me so." 

I told him my thought, and urged him try 

The pleading a favor so sweet ; 
Life without love 's like a field that is bare, 

With love, like a field full of wheat. 
When next I saw Charlie, so happy he seemed, 

I asked him if love prospered so. 
Laughing, he answered, ** I find it so good, 

I 've asked every girl that I know." 



159 



KISSING 

AiMANLY soul released from earthly bonds, 
At once made trial at the heavenly gate ; 
But, while without, he thus to Peter spoke 
In voice appealing — half disconsolate: 

" On earth I found one blessing so complete, 

I cannot live without it even here; 
We called it ' kissing ' ; if not found within, 

It will not do for me to stay, I fear." 

Then wide and wider still the portal flew. 
While Peter answered, almost with a shout: 

" Bless me! was ever such a foolish doubt I 

Kissing I Oh, think you heaven were heaven 
without ? ' ' 



1 60 



WHERE POPPIES GROW 

CLOSE by the field where poppies grow, 
My Love and I, long years ago, 
Went hand in hand, one summer day, 
In that fair land that keeps the May 
Forever hid in skies of blue. 
The morning ever fresh with dew, 
And all the light of springtime glow, — 
The golden land where poppies grow. 



Here, as we plucked the sunlit flower, 
We saw the secret of its power; 
In love it won from shade and sun. 
And lived its light till day was done ; 
Caught golden gleam, and in its hue 
Still held the freshness of the dew 
And gave no hint that winter snow 
Can blight the fields where poppies grow. 



O Love, 't is years and years ago. 
Since we have walked where poppies grow, 
Yet have you kept for me the glow 
Of that fair day so long ago ; 

i6i 



As hand in hand we walk to-day, 
You fill my heart with joy of May, 
And though our heads are white as snow 
Love keeps the gleam the poppies know. 



162 



INSTALLATION HYMN 

LET thy light break forth as morning, 
O thou servant of the Lord, 
All the gates of darkness storming, 
At the bidding of His word. 

Prove, oh, prove the saints are living. 

That the Comforter abides, 
And the Christ-born love fulfilling, 

Hold the church life that He guides. 

Sinais build, where altars fitting 
Hear the Voice, nor bid it cease. 

Till its flame-like message lifting 
Makes the Godly light increase. 

Earth can give thee nothing higher, 

God Himself will ask no less ; 
Prove it ! as thy deeds inspire. 

Crown His right this hour to bless! 
Pasadena, Jan. 31, 1898 



163 



GRADUATES' SONG 

ACROSS the lake the splendor falls 
Upon a newly risen day, 
No shadow on its light recalls 

The final parting of the way; 
But from these dear familiar walls 

Some whisper bids the hour delay, 
And memory now each sense enthralls, 
As though she would our footsteps stay. 

O Sovran Mother! from thy heart 

We long since learned whereon to lean, 

Thy wisdom shall its strength impart. 
And make us worthy of our Queen. 

Our smiles arise to find our tears, 

The mists a rainbow promise make, 
Thus thy fair sun the cloud endears, 

Shows sorrow sweeter for thy sake ; 
The love we pledge will banish fears 

If of thyself its life partake, 
In every place illume the years. 

And keep our hearts to thine awake. 

O Sovran Mother I from thy heart 

We long since learned whereon to lean. 

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Thy wisdom shall its strength impart 
And make us worthy of our Queen. 

Our morning hour, illumed by thee, 

Shall on our noonday labor shine 
And all our garnered blossoms be 

The fruitful product of thy vine. 
O may we use thy blessings free 

As nobly still to prove them thine, 
Like jewels worn where all men see, — 

A hint of glory more divine ! 

O Sovran Mother! from thy heart 

We long since learned whereon to lean, 

Thy wisdom shall its strength impart 
And make us worthy of our Queen. 



165 



A BOATING SONG 

I 

ROW, gently row, 
The waves are still, 
The sunlight falls below the hill, 
Its golden gleams upon us fall, 
And Beauty's smile is over all. 
Row, comrades, row. 

II 

Row, gently row. 
Day ends in star, 
Behold her as she shines afar, 
The fair new moon her light enfolds, 
And all a lover's promise holds, 

Row, comrades, row. 

Ill 

Row, gently row. 
So still may we 

Glide forward to life's stormy sea. 
And when we reach the harbor bar. 
May we find there the guiding star. 

Row, comrades, row. 

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WISCONSIN 

SOUND her praise! our noble State, 
All her strength to deeds translate, 
Prove her shield when danger 's nigh, 
Read her banner in the sky, 
Tell of her in song and story. 

All her past with love illume, 
Show her present robed in glory. 
Promise of a larger bloom. 

Morning maid ! whose day began 
With the nobler life in man, 
Sun-crowned souls reveal thy fame, 
Sacred hopes thy laws proclaim. 
O Father ! hear for her our prayer. 

Bid her voice Thine own decree. 
Let all her growth Thyself declare, 

Guard the Light supplied by Thee ! 



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